<h2>Out Of The Shadows: Tilda’s Brilliant Second Life Chapter 06</h2>


    Chapter 6 Walking Away from the Jensons


    “I don’t need this family, Mr. Jenson.”


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    Tilda’s eyes shed with disdain as she took a slow, steady breath. Atst, she spoke the words she’d been holding back for years.


    “You treat K like she’s the center of your universe, terrified someone might threaten her spot.


    “Well, from this moment on, I’m cutting all ties with this family. I’m no longer your daughter.”


    Without another word, Tilda turned and walked upstairs, ignoring every stare in the room.


    As the words left her lips, an unexpected calm settled over her. Thest thread of attachment had finally snapped, and she could let go.


    When she came back down, the living room was frozen in silence. The Jensons were too stunned to react.


    With a small suitcase in one hand and a in backpack slung over her shoulder, she gave them a cold nce and headed for the front door.


    “Wait!” Russell finally snapped out of it.“Tilda, are you serious?”


    “Dead serious, Mr. Jenson. Isn’t this what you all wanted?”


    A faint smirk curved her lips as she dragged her suitcase outside, not bothering to look back.


    Inside, K was nearly glowing with joy. She couldn’t believe Tilda had just handed over her ce as the rightful heiress without a fight.


    It was more than she’d ever dared hope for. Still, she had to y the part.


    “Wade, you need to stop her,” K cried, grabbing his arm. “If anyone should be leaving, it should be me, not her!


    “She must be heartbroken over the misunderstanding. Please–go talk to her!”


    Wade didn’t answer right away. His face was tight with mixed emotions.


    Sure, a part of Wade had wished Tilda would just disappear forever so K wouldn’t get hurt or overshadowed.


    But blood ties are hard to ignore. Like it or not, Tilda was his sister.


    And deep down, he knew–it was their blind faith in K, their constant readiness to believe the worst in Tilda–that had pushed her to this point.


    For once, guilt crept in.


    K caught the flicker of hesitation on his face, and panic shot through her. The Jensons still cared about Tilda. If she didn’t move fast, they might grow close again, and then… there might not be a ce for her in this family anymore.


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    Chapter 6 Walking Away from the Jensons


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    “Fine! Go ahead and leave!” Russell’s temper snapped. “Walk out that door and don’te back! As far as I’m concerned, I have no daughter!”


    Did this girl really think she could threaten him? That she could just storm out of the house and cut ties?


    Did she think he’d fall for it?


    Russell had seen it all in his years running the business world. He was certain that Tilda would regret this ande crawling back. No one in their right mind walked away from a life of luxury and privilege.


    “Enough, Russell!” ir’s voice cracked like a whip.


    The change in him was instant. He shrank back, his fear of his wife in for everyone to see.


    “Mom, please, go after her,” K said, her voice trembling as she switched to a softer approach, directing her plea at ir.


    “I’ll talk to her,” ir said, striding toward the door. “Russell, Wade–stay here with K.”


    “This is all my fault,” K cried, copsing to the floor as tears streamed down her face. “If I hadn’t cried and made everyone misunderstand Tilda, none of this would’ve happened. I’m just a burden. I should be the one leaving this family.”


    Wade’s chest tightened. Seeing K cry tore him apart.


    “K, no,” he said quickly. “This isn’t on you. You were upset–anyone would be. We’re the ones who shouldn’t have kept things from you. That’s what made everything blow up.”


    Russell let out a long sigh. “Wade, take K to her room. I’ll deal with the rest.”


    ir caught up to Tilda just outside the door.


    “Tilda, wait!”


    Tilda stopped and slowly turned, her voice calm and distant. “Mrs. Jenson, what is it?”<fn062a> The rightful source is find?novel</fn062a>


    “I know you’re hurt. I know you think we’ve treated you unfairly. If an apology is what you want, then we’ll give it. But please–don’t talk about cutting ties. Things aren’t what you think.


    “You’re my daughter,” ir said, her voice shaking, eyes glistening. “I carried you for nine months. You’re a part of me. How could we ever not want you?”


    She meant it. She cared for Tilda–she always had. But with K in the picture, the choice between them had never been simple. In her heart, they were both her daughters, just in different ways.


    Tilda studied the woman in front of her–elegant, tearful, and heartbroken. Shemented.


    In another life, there had been so many moments when she’d been ready to walk away. But each time, ir’s kindness had pulled her back. She had stayed, soft–hearted and desperate for love, and it had trapped her.


    In the end, she had sunk deeper and deeper until there was no way out–betrayed by K, left to die in a burning warehouse. She had felt the searing agony of mes consuming her and the crushing loneliness of being abandoned by her own family.


    This time around, Tilda swore she would never endure that pain again.


    “I don’t need it. And it’s too much for me,” Tilda said firmly.


    “Mrs. Jenson, this is my choice. Don’t carry it like it’s your burden.


    “I’m not going to do anything stupid. I’ll be fine–better than fine.”


    “Tilda … ” ir reached out instinctively to stop her.


    But Tilda stepped back.


    “Goodbye, Mrs. Jenson. Let’s end this with some dignity.


    “You already have the daughter you’ve always cherished. As for me, I’ll find my own way.”


    If she was going to cut ties, she’d do it clean–no loose ends.


    Ignoring ir’s desperate plea, she gripped the handle of her suitcase, turned her back, and walked out of the vi.


    Just like the day she first arrived.


    Back then, she hade with nervous excitement–hope, fear, and even joy.


    This time, her heart was steady. There was no shock, no grief–only rity.


    When you’ve truly made up your mind, that first step isn’t nearly as hard as you thought.


    That family had given her nothing but scars, and there was nothing left to mend.


    ir stood frozen, watching her daughter disappear down the hill,pletely at a loss.


    Just yesterday, Tilda had looked at her with wide, hopeful eyes and sneakily called her “Mom.”


    Like a child afraid to do anything wrong.


    She longed for a mother’s love, but the gap between them made her afraid of upsetting ir, so she trod carefully, never daring to get too close.


    If it weren’t for her face, ir might not have recognized the girl walking away now.


    Tilda rolled her suitcase down the slope and raised a hand to g a taxi.


    The driver had the radio on, and just as she climbed in, a news segment about the Jensons scandal red through the speakers.


    “Where to, miss?” he asked.


    “A nearby motel,” she said. “One that doesn’t require ID.”


    She didn’t have a ce to stay yet.


    Tilda barely had any money left.


    First things first–she needed cash. Without it, even feeding herself would be a problem.